For several months, mortals had observed curious formations of clouds within the sky of the Prime Material Plane. But though they engendered curiosity, few made any attempt to investigate the meteorological occurrences – save for Primus Gero and Castellan Yarith of the Institute, who with the help of the Matrix Research Facility managed to discover…

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As the mysterious melting ice along the northern end of Avechna’s Teeth finally gave way, a cacophony of stampeding orcs echoed through the Basin. Shortly after their victorious conquest settled down, a scream of terror erupted as frightful terrors began to plague their population. First upon the scene, Marquis Falmiis of Hallifax battled his way…

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It was a warm autumn day, full of golden rays of sunlight, when winter made itself known at the fabled Aetherplex Chamber in the form of Kurteba, a winded igasho scholar. The shards of ice bedecking his robe still in the process of melting, he wasted no time looking for what he came for: skilled…

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It was a normal day in the city of Gaudiguch. The sun was shining, the party was popping, and whiskey flowed freer than the lava falls. The jovility ground to an abrupt halt when a masked visage invited itself into the minds of the entire populace to issue both a warning and an apology of…

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As the lingering warmth of autumn faded away, several citizens of Magnagora began to report sightings of shifty looking orcs on Spectre Island, all sneaking about while carrying large sacs of spectral essence. All attempts to detain one of the thieving braves failed as the orcs always managed to evade capture by the slimmest of…

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Arriving with little fanfare, an eccentric trill artiste meandered through Hallifax to seek aid from the city’s finest artist. With the air of a mysterious stranger, this eccentric trill beseeched the Chairman Falmiis Shevat himself for escort to speak with whom she sought, Shalmae Silverplume. After ruffling a few feathers and subsequently smoothing them over,…

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As the Song of Ail’Fae Runia rang throughout the Basin of Life, strengthened in some part by the higher vibrational hum of the Elemental Planes, the Solar Queen was overwhelmed. The skies of Faethorn glowed a gentle amber and twisted under the weight of ethereal magic; as if called into being by this situation, a…

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It began roughly five years ago. After the Goldenclaw Coven cursed the Basin of Life – misinterpreting the efforts of the Basin as colluding with their Dawnburst enemies – and after the return of the beloved Sako Tleem, Queen Maeve was struck by an idea. And such an idea smouldered and flared, coming to life…

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After an amusing transmission sent by Perriwinkle Sweetpease, the communes of the Basin of Life reconvened the next month, in late Avechary. Butter’s husband ready: the Song of Ail’Fae Runia was to be sung. And thus, the ingredients were sought – not, of course, after worries were abated that the Rite of hai’Gloh Zemordia would…

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Streams of colour blanketed the First World as, on the 7th of Estar, the year 461, Ashtariel, of a Thousand Hues, made Her Presence known amidst cries for Her Sibling Mysrai, the Thousandfold. Endless months had passed with cryptic messages passed to those who devoutly visited Her Fulcrux, most notably Captain Rolan Vessandril, Breandryn, Xypher…

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